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This is one of my stories it was supposed to for my Amer. Lit. class. i hope you enjoy my story.
There are so many things she carries. Memories from her past, present, and future make the scars already there even deeper. Sort of like her Curie book bag; each day there is a new rip, but some of the ones that are already keep getting bigger without any way of fixing them. She tries to fix them though, but the harder she tries, the bigger the rip gets. So many of these scars can make a person insane. Many times she carries the thoughts of suicide. Little voices in her head saying things like; nobody cares for you, you’re going to die anyway! She struggles to block the off, but it’s as if they had a microphone, which they keep turning up the volume until it’s almost unbearable. In order to make them happy, she hurts herself. Enough to leave a mark, but not too much that she would die. You know, she doesn’t want to die, but that would be a good alternative; to leave the world that so much pain has caused her. Sometimes she carries her sketchbook, but with it all her misery, fear, anger, and sadness. Every feeling she has ever had were put into that sketchbook. She doesn’t look back at the pictures she has drawn, often in fear of what would be looking back at her. Day after day, that book keeps getting heavier, as if she is carrying around a huge boulder, after each day, the boulder keeps growing. She carries the ring her mother gave her for her for 12th birthday. She decided to carry it around her neck like a necklace that she made with a black cord that holds it together. She feels naked without, since this is sort of like her good luck charm or a tool of some sort. The ring is the only thing she really cherish the most. With her zodiac sign engraved in it this ring brings her peace. She carries the burden of not knowing were the road of life will take her. The insecurity of not knowing were she will end up in fills her with anxieties. Fearing that any road she chooses will lead to failure. She carries the pressures of her mom and dad, and the constant fights that both her parents have. The need to be a perfect daughter that her parents will be proud of. Her parents don’t know what she has to go through every single day. Having to endure every fight; never knowing if they are going to hurt each other. Many times her parents have been talking about a divorce, but nothing has happened yet. She carries the fear that everyone she loves will die. Leave her all by herself. This fear that she has been carrying since childhood, has grown bigger each day. One thing she carries, that has hunted her, and turned her life upside down, was the death of her cousin Meli. A four year-old girl with all her life ahead of her. She died of a brain tumor on July 31, 2003 at about 12:00 in the morning. She was a beautiful little girl. One thing she will never forget was the one moment that she saw Meli. It was around six or seven in the afternoon Eastern Time. The day was very windy; she had to hold on to her bag so it wouldn’t fly away. Once she arrived to the house, she was led to the upstairs apartment were Meli was. Before her mother and she were taken inside the room, they had told them that Meli actually died for a little while. But somehow she came back. They said it was because she was waiting for them to say good-bye to her. Once they entered the room, the atmosphere changed. You could see people with teared eyes, mascara running down there faces. In the other wall, there was a huge bed. Laying on it was Meli. They went up to her, and they asked her if she was happy to see them. The only way she was able to respond was by blinking twice for yes and once for no. She blinked twice, and for the first time she gave her a beautiful smile. In that very moment, the tears that she was trying to hold back just spilled out uncontrollably. They decided to get her out of the room so she wouldn’t scare her. For the two days they were there, she cried tears she never knew she had. They returned to Chicago on a Monday. Before they left, she gave her the good-bye kiss and one last look at her. In that moment, she looked peaceful. At that time, her medication had increased to relieve her pain. One more time, they gave her the last kiss and one last look of good-bye. That would be last time they would see her alive. About two weeks later, around 12:00 in the morning in July 31, 2003, they received the phone call saying that Meli has breathed her last breath of air. She couldn’t believe it, or she didn’t want to believe it. On the day of her funeral, she couldn’t bring herself to go. But her mother told her that she looked so beautiful. She looked like an angel. She was an angel. She brought joy to everyone she met. She was able to touch the cold heart of her cousin. Memories like this are very hard for her to forget, since they have already been engraved into her heart. She often lies on her bed, staring at the ceiling, imagining how life would be without any of these experiences. No matter how sad or bad the memories are, each one of them is needed. Each experience carries a lesson that must be learned in order to grow.
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